by Felicity Hepworth

Created on: July 04, 2007

Dream

My soul is a rainbow - and my soul is white; every tone of joy flutters inside me that I could burst, and yet I maintain the innocence of no experience. I am pure. My face is radiant, beautiful, and delicate. I feel it as I draw my fingers lightly towards my cheeks; rose pink against porcelain white, soft as the clouds would feel. I see myself in the mirror of the night sky, unnaturally bright. My features, defined, yet gentle, are a swarm of butterflies resting with their wings wide open upon a sheet of white satin draped across a soft and dry sand dune. My frame is fragile, and small. I long to dance and to rest all at once - I am a child.

I awaken from a dreamlike trance, with no thought as to where I've come from. I may as well have come from nowhere, and this place is the beginning of life, if I were not solemnly aware of a pain that has been, as though I am stuck in the seconds of peace after one awakes from a night of tears.

The dark trees that surround me are tall as evergreens. They glisten as the moonlight illuminates their dew. I can almost hear the whispering of their song, their thanks to the creator of nature. They make me feel safe, befriended, and yet, I cannot stay. I must leave.

There is a greater place where I must be, one that is far more beautiful than here, and where I will find what I am already beginning to yearn for. I miss what I don't believe I've ever had.

I run so fast I'm not sure whether I will leap off the ground or fall flat on my face at any second, but my tiny bare feet seem to find the smoothest path. Daylight creeps up on me as I run, the sun slowly peering through my dark hiding place; my faade. I realise, the brighter it gets, that it is chasing me, playing games with me. I run faster, laughing to myself, my fine chestnut hair flapping constantly in front of my face. I am exasperated, yet I still have so much energy to run.

I run forwards, reaching forwards. I know I must be close because the daylight shines through almost every tree now, and the air is thicker, making it easier to breathe.

I am aware that the forest is full of the most exotic flowers. I even picked one up and pinned it through my hair, yet I feel it is incomparable to what I will find.

My footsteps become increasingly slower in my mind, like I am gliding down an aisle to meet my lover.

* * * * * *

What felt like an eternity, passed in a moment. A ring of emptiness, made by the trees, envelopes the tip of my toes. The sunbeams shine down brightly now, majestic in their silence, and I can see everything.

Fearfully, I crawl toward the centre of my discovery - I am a piano, and they are my pianists. I'm captivated by the way they can move me, like they know my every part; the past I have forgotten, the future I do not yet know, and the movements within me I do not understand. I reach into the light, full of desperation for more. It's so bright that I am unable to see the face of what I came for, but I cannot leave, as for the first time, I know I feel peace.

My dream - is the unsatisfied thread within absolute contentment.

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